Rain

Words & Music by David Harley

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2020 video unaccompanied version h

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Rain, the gentle rain that hung upon the grass
The autumn rain that touched the fields so early
When the summer sun returns will you hold me in your arms
Once again among the fields of golden barley?

Summer was a burning wind that raised a bitter crop
And came and went so quickly and unfairly
And then the autumn rain put a rust upon my heart
Left alone among the fields of barley

Rain, the gentle rain that hung upon the grass
The autumn rain that touched the fields so early
When the summer sun returns will you hold me in your arms
Once again among the fields of golden barley?

A pale song, a sad song to hold within my mind
A bitter song of summer love gone from me
When the summer sun returns will you hold me in your arms
Once again among the fields of golden barley?

Rain, the gentle rain that hung upon the grass
The autumn rain that touched the fields so early
When the summer sun returns will you hold me in your arms
Once again among the fields of golden barley?

Copyright 1967. A shorter version of this appeared on the Scriptwrecked album.

 

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